In the darkness, a point of light appeared.

Those are the little monster's eyes, and they revolve around Hoffa. Just like the moon revolves around the earth.

"This is your future."

The extremely subtle voice of the God of Nightmares whispered softly in his ears.

Like the gentle wife whispering in her husband's ear in the dead of night: "Look...there's actually nothing wrong...right..."

"Yes...it's really tiring to fight against fate..."

Hoffa said he couldn't hear his own voice.

After doing this six thousand times, what else is unacceptable? He thought to himself that he should have accepted the proposal of the God of Nightmares long ago. After all the trouble, the final result was still the same.

"Go back with me. Give me your consciousness. Give me your heart. Give me everything. Go back to fifty years ago with me."

A slender white arm grew from the eyes of the God of Nightmares, stretching towards Hoffa's face like a lotus.

Hoffa really wanted to agree to the request of the God of Nightmares, but there was only a small voice in his heart that couldn't go away.

(coward)

That was probably the sound left after six thousand cycles, Hoffa thought to himself, he has done everything I can do, but fate still cannot be changed, so what can be done.

He looked at the arm that stayed in front of him, his mind swaying.

"Is there ever a moment when you feel tired of everything?" The God of Nightmares whispered in his ear.

"That moment...?"

"Yes, that moment...the vulgar and noisy crowd, the art that pretends to be elegant, the careful calculation of survival, the loneliness with no one to tell, the aimless wandering..."

He did not answer the god of nightmares, letting the blackness wrap around him and gradually fall into the abyss of his subconscious.

"Leave everything to me..."

The palm of the God of Nightmares stretched out to him in the sea of ​​subconsciousness: "You will stay with the heroes of the past and present, and you will never be alone again."

(coward)

The moment his fingertips were about to touch, the voice coming from the bottom of his heart gradually became clearer. He slightly bent his fingers to avoid the fingers of the God of Nightmares.

(coward)

The undetectable voice was as sharp as a needle piercing his heart. He didn't know where the voice came from. It seemed like he was talking, it seemed like Miller was talking, or it was like Barty Jr. talking.

"I'm not."

He defended himself.

"Do you think you can escape your fate by leaving Helheim? You can't change anything, and no one can be resurrected. The self you see in the arena is the future you."

The God of Nightmares turned into Aglaia and said, "Promise me, you still have a chance. Maybe you will have a chance next time."

"Next time."

"Yes, next time, I'll leave it to you fifty years from now to solve it." The God of Nightmares said, "The long river of time has no end, and fifty years will pass in the blink of an eye. If it doesn't work this time, we still have a chance.

"

Hoffa breathed a sigh of relief. The God of Nightmares was right. He did still have a chance. As long as he went back to the past, he stretched out his hand again, wanting to touch the God of Nightmares and become one with it.

(coward)

The voice came from the bottom of his heart, which troubled him extremely.

He even saw little Barty turning his head in front of the train, and saw his confused eyes before dying. He saw old Hoffa stuffing the silver revolver into his mouth, "There can only be one Hoffa in a time and space."

.bach."

no...

He retracted his hand and covered his head tremblingly, "No, no, I can't change it..."

"It's a failure, isn't it, Bach, this adventure fifty years later."

The God of Nightmares said, "I know that you respect Nico Flamel very much. I know that in fact you also care about Barty Jr. But they are all dead. Only by going back to the past can you save them and change them."

All this."

"I can't do it..."

Hoffa whispered in great pain: "I can't do it...I can't remember anything, I will forget it."

"There's always a time, there's a time."

The God of Nightmares comforted him, and his voice was exactly the same as when Aglaia was alive.

Hoffa looked at the hands stretched out to him, and the desire in his heart was maximized at this second. That desire diluted all other desires. He slowly stretched out his hand, once, twice, three times, four times, five times.

Times... ten times, twenty times, thirty times... one hundred times, two hundred times... three hundred times, four hundred times... one thousand times...

Two thousand times, three thousand times, four thousand times, five thousand times, six thousand times...

"Hoffa."

"Hoffa...."

"Hoffa..."

Who is calling me at this time?

Turning around, I saw another self standing in the darkness in the distance looking at me. Who is that? Is that the Dragon of Nothingness?

No.

That is yourself.

"coward."

"coward....."

"coward....."

Six thousand reincarnations gave birth to a sense of instant vision, and finally at this moment, the sense of instant vision reached its peak. Under this intense sense of instant vision, hallucinations appeared in his brain uncontrollably.

His perspective came to the one who cursed the coward, and he became an observer again. He watched the other self in the distance stretching out his hand, just like Adam in Genesis wanted to touch God, to touch the God of Nightmares.

He turned around and saw corpses piled up like a mountain behind him. Each corpse had his face, and each of them had an expression of remorse and unwillingness to die with eyes closed.

Even without counting, Hoffa knew that it was himself six thousand other times.

"coward!"

The sound is getting clearer and clearer.

"coward!"

"I'm not."

He said again, gritting his teeth.

"I'm not!"

His consciousness returned to his body, and he opened the palm of the God of Nightmares, "There will be no next time."

"There won't be a next time!"

"There won't be a next time!!"

“There will be no next time!!!”

He roared and used all his strength, just like Silby after the explosion of 100,000 tons of TNT, he crawled out of the gentle sea of ​​subconsciousness little by little, and opened his eyes with the last bit of will.

The pain rolled towards him like a tide, stimulating every nerve in his body. It was the pain that left his body and eyes blind, and it was the fatal moment when the world was on fire.

The meteor summoned by Miller streaked across the sky and was about to blow the ancient magic castle into ashes.

Countless illusions of Grindelwald are still dragging red tentacles, about to stab him into mincemeat.

Voldemort's big snake still flew towards him in the air, opening its mouth full of fangs and spurting blood.

But at this moment, Hoffa was surprisingly sober.

Even though he knew he only had the last few seconds of life left.

"Are you crazy?"

The God of Nightmares finally lost his composure. He controlled Harry Potter and grabbed his face fiercely, "If you still refuse me at this time, are you asking for your own death!?"

Hoffa, who was covered in blood, looked at Harry Potter with one eye. At this moment, when his body was broken, his spirit reached its peak, like the sharpest cross sword.

"Is there even a moment?

Boring me with everything?

I asked myself, and the answer is self-evident."
Chapter completed!